Spring, what beauty you bring
How I long for your presence
You enliven every being
With the freshness of your essence

There is singing everywhere
The time of blossom is nigh
The trees are no longer bare
And the birds gyrate beneath the sky.

The earth speaks aloud
As the gardens rise high
The plants become alive
And the flowers quietly multiply.

The passersby move leisurely about
Children dally along, cares without.
Oh how my heart sings
Spring, what joy you bring!

by Bernice W. Wilson

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